Grab the notes and run!

You snatch the notes up and pull them tightly to your chest, already out the door before Olive can yell behind you, "Wait! If you try to copy those without my help you'll-", but you've already slammed the door behind you and are halfway down the hall not hearing the rest of her lies.

You dart between delectable demonesses, ignoring their dirty looks and hisses as you book it back to your dorm. You keep looking over your shoulder, but Olive is nowhere to be seen, and you are pretty sure you've lost her in the crowd by the time you reach your room. Out of breath, but very relieved. You aren't surprised to find the dorm empty and Lolly out this early in the day. You feel lucky that your schedule has a long break before your afternoon class, so you can spend some time cracking this code and copying the octogirl's note. You might even flush her notebook for good measure, just to teach her a lesson about wasting your time.

You lie down on your bunk and hold Olives black spiral notebook in the air, staring and scrutinizing the black spiral of text written in some sort of curious cursive. It's like it's all one connected string, but the letters are written too thick and spaced too closely together to make one letter out from the other. That is, if they are even letters at all. You squint and struggle, and somehow despite not being able to identify a single syllable, you manage to mouth, "Squishy wishy splorp shlorp blorp...what the fuck does that mean?" You ask to a room full of no one.

Somehow, you know you are making slow but substantial progress as you slowly turn the book and continue reading words and sounds that you can't say how you are able to pull out. "Shlup sploosh sqoosh goosh gush gush lush lap slap clap..." It's all nonsense, but curiously compelling. You can't put it down, turning to the next page which is even more densly packed with black ink, so that you can barely see the whites between the inky tendrils of text.

"Glomp plomp plump pump gump shlup slurp slorp suck fuck good luck lick quick shllk..." Maybe it's in octopusese? "Mmm...octopussy", you say out loud, licking your lips and reaching a hand between your legs. It's hard to think straight...it's like you are going in circles...no, spirals. You feel hornier and hornier and hope playing with your pussy while you crack the code will help, but you are starting to worry you might crack first.

But that's silly right? A dumb ol' book can't hurt you. Tho' it is cramping your wrist to turn it around and around, faster and faster while your dainty digits slide slick and slippery against your sloppy slit. "Glump shlump lump hump pump cumdump bumps splorps..." you can barely tell the sounds of your fingers filling your funbox apart from the words you're reading aloud, but it doesn't seem to matter as either way you're diving deeper down the spiral, getting closer to a sublime stupidity that will ironically impart all the wisdom you have ever needed to know.

"Squish gush rush hush a bye little baby sploosh goosh whoosh goes the brain down the cum toilet slorship worship serve obsess regress successsssss" you dribble and drool as you goon your glistening gash, somehow knowing you aren't allowed to cum, only allowed to ride the edge down deeper and danker, faster and filthier, hotter and hornier and ecstatic and empty and blissfully blank. The pages are solid black now, a void you willingly fall into, not caring where it takes you as long as it's dooooooown...

Doooooooown....

DooooooooOOoOOoOoOOOooown....

.....

"Well look who brought my notes back. I did try to warn you about the anti snooping spiral I encode my notes with. It hypnotizes any sneaky sluts that try to peek!" Olive explains serenely as you smile stupidly, hearing every word for the hint of a command but not really understanding it. That's okay, you don't need to understand anything anymore. Oliveforeverandalways does your understanding for you. You let her lead you into Her dorm where you now live.

"Sigh, I wish you would have listened. It looks like you read the whole thing. Probably nothing left of the old you. On the one hand, it'll be fun getting to make my own ideal girlfriend, but on the other hand I kinda liked you the way you were. On the other other hands, I guess I can make you the best version of you that I can come up with! Now let's start with a kiss..." Olive wraps her arms around you and pulls you in with her powerful puckers, but she needn't bother holding you tight. You are already hopelessly, helplessly happily in your clutches. Her plump round lips swallow yours and suck...and suck...and suck...

You can't wait to see what kind of girlfriend she makes you into...